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Memories. By: Amber Pauli. Birds building nests High up in trees, As the warm winds blow The sweet smelling leaves In the trees. Its like the fresh cut grass Being more visible, After the long winters over. It’s the fist thing I smell When the morning comes.
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Memories By: Amber Pauli
Birds building nests High up in trees, As the warm winds blow The sweet smelling leaves In the trees. Its like the fresh cut grass Being more visible, After the long winters over. It’s the fist thing I smell When the morning comes.
Grass, flowers, rain, and shine Spring is here Finally its time. Time for longer days. Time for bigger plans. We get to have fun Without the thought or feeling of snow.
Like the sun up above And the brutal heat shining down, The only place that’s for us Is outside on the ground. The snow is gone Now there is no worry For the cold has left And spring is here.
The days grow longer As the temperature rises, And along with opportunities Like “fun in the sun”. We still have our memories And more springtime to come.